Breeding a Man

People look and critique ME, By everything my words and my MANNERISMS. It’s kind of hard not to have MANNERISMS. When, I was raised by, A MAN. I guess because my father says, “I should be A MAN”, I have only my father to teach me What, I need to be TAUGHT. The toys he BOUGHT OUGHT, To be for a child, or a soon to be A MAN. Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND! People wonder why I look like A MAN. I talk like A MAN. I walk like A MAN. I dress like A MAN, I also date the same sex as A MAN! Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND! Why am I looked down UPON? Because my father wanted to have a SON But, treated my like the son he never HAD! All I knew was DAD Why didn’t I HAVE? The same toys my friends HAVE! Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND! Why couldn’t I grow up to be NORMAL? Why do people look at me like I’m ABNORMAL? I am as NORMAL, As the next ABNORMAL Child, growing up without a CHOICE. I feel pain too, I also feel REMORSE! But yet no one feels my REMORSE! Maybe it is their CHOICE. Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND! I didn’t buy anything that was BOUGHT! I learned to fight as my father bred me to, And to fight, as he had FOUGHT! But it was my father gain and my LOST, Yet I still don’t UNDERSTAND! Why? Was I born a girl? Yet I was BRED A MAN!